"Control… it."
Pain wasn't an unfamiliar feeling to Killian.
Splitting headaches and a feeling of helplessness. Weakened bones, and always tripping on his own feet.
As a child, he and Keith hadn't always been the healthiest and that set the pace for the expectations his family had for them.
While he fell sick less frequently than his younger twin, the Dominic family had expected them to live for ten years at most before they'd succumb to their weak bodies.
The curse of twins, they had said.
"Ugh." Killian grunted in slight relief, pushing the dagger into his skin, countering the pain raking his head the only way he knew how. "Now, you should all behave."
The pain subsided within his head.
Surviving till fifteen surpassed the expectations. Awakening now, completely demolished the expectations. He had no plans to return to being helpless because of his element.
"I said," he rose from the ground he stooped on. "Behave!"
BAM!
